Amir slapped his face hard. "Say that again? Who are you looking for?"
"MPD!" I replied confidently.
"God! You must be freaking crazy. What gang needs to ask the police for help?"
"Why not?"
"Fack, do you know what you're saying? We're a gang, a gang!" Amir felt like his head was about to explode. "Have you ever seen a gang seek help from the police? And we might be going for a showdown; are you planning to call the police for backup? Are you kidding me?"
"Then tell me, is Farrell afraid of the MPD?"
"Of course."
"Would he shoot us in front of the police?"
"Definitely not, unless he's gone mad."
"So, is there a problem?"
"Damn it, Fack! You're such a damn genius!"
I pulled out my phone and left a message for Stella, telling her that if she wanted to know about Claude's situation, she should go to the Farrell Used Car Market in Dade County. I was now waiting for her outside the Pink Club on the Upper East Side.
Not long after, a tall woman in tight jeans, a white tank top, and a black hoodie walked over from across the club. Her head was covered in a hood, casting a shadow over her cheeks, making it hard to see clearly.
"Kenny, I just got off work and was about to sleep. I've been busy all afternoon and working all night. I'm really tired. If you're lying to me, I'll crush your balls."
"Is that her? My God, this chick is hot." Amir had a clear view of her face. Stella was gorgeous and had a voluptuous body. Even Amir, who was used to seeing beautiful women at the Pink Club, was stunned by her.
"Kid, shut your mouth." Stella said, then opened the car door and got in.
[Stella character update.] As I began the second plot mode, Dangerous Woman, the gathered information on women grew increasingly detailed.
[Detective Stella: Age 22, the youngest and finest officer at Miami Police Department (MPD).
Height: 173
Weight: 56 kilograms
Affinity: 20
D Cup
Skilled in shooting and combat, excels in makeup and stealth courses.
Mastered Izrael's Maga Skill. When Stella's affinity reaches 100, you can choose one of her skills.
Expert in CQB indoor firearm combat.
Excellent rapid fire ability.
Sexual kink: Likes to be spanked. A hard slap on this bitch's round ass can cause her vagina to convulse violently with pleasure.]
[Family background: Stella grew up in a regular family. Her mother came from Venezuela and was once a Miss Caracas pageant winner in the capital, inheriting her mother's excellent genes, Stella was an angelic beauty since childhood.
Venezuela's economy collapsed, and the family smuggled into Miami. Her father died on the way, and her mother married a local long-distance driver to get a green card. Her stepfather was strict with Stella and often found reasons to beat her, making her miss her father. This led to Stella developing a spanking fetish—childhood trauma and PTSD.
Stella won the Bikini Miss Championship at eighteen. However, this exceptional woman did not choose the path of a socialite but opted to become an MPD officer because she refused to be a man's appendage like her mother!]
Heavens, was this chick also the Miami Bikini Miss Champion?
I was shocked as I read the details; had I slept with a pageant champion? Oh, Lord!
"Sorry, Officer, you're very beautiful. I even thought you were a beauty pageant champion." Amir cautiously observed Stella through the rearview mirror; she was indeed hot. Among the beauties he'd seen, only Sophia, the club owner, could compare, as that woman was a supermodel!
"She is Bikini Miss!" I said softly.
"WHAT?" Amir shouted, "Really? Officer, why did you become a police officer? You should have loads of commercials and probably lots of people would be interested in you."
"Shut up, I won't become a man's plaything, and, Kenny, you've been investigating me?"
"After all, we are very familiar." I wasn't surprised by Stella's response because her file was clear. She is a woman with a defined personality and a lot of charm.
When I mentioned being familiar, Stella recalled two hours ago in the alley where I fucked her, and she climaxed several times, even squirting. The memory of the sensation left her a bit flustered, as she had never felt so good or had so many orgasms. Every time she closed her eyes, an image of my massive penis appeared in her mind.
It seemed like I was her soulmate, her most desired thing, and I understood her unknown secrets, satisfying her to the utmost.
Damn. Stella felt a bit shy; suddenly, she wanted to make love with me again.
"Drive. I don't have time to idle chit-chat with you guys."
Stella turned to look out the window, and I stepped on the gas to start the car.
Dade County isn't far from the city center. After some time, we arrived at the Farrell Used Car Market.
The gates were shut, but the lights inside the buildings were on. This market, located on the county's outskirts, housed many cars waiting to be sold and also had a repair workshop.
I knew well that the repair shop was actually for fencing stolen cars. Many stolen vehicles would be remodeled and painted here, then sent to Venezuela and Rio de Janeiro, especially some high-end sports cars that were particularly popular in Rio.
It was already midnight, and it was dark, but I could see people moving inside the market.
There were no other buildings around, far from the city. If something happened, the three of us might be driven into a corner.